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"I didn't think you could, Severian."

"Won't you sit down?"

She smiled. "What won't?"

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

"Three more." The brown book went through the slot as well, but the other two, the green book and the folio volume with arms on its cover, were too wide.

"If this were my suite in the House Absolute, I could offer you better comfort. Unfortunately, you never called while I was there."

"Drotte will open your door later and give them to you," I said.

"Then why do you bother to talk to me?"

"Then why do you bother to talk to me?"

"If this were my suite in the House Absolute, I could offer you better comfort. Unfortunately, you never called while I was there."

"Ah, the torturers get mutton - that's the difference. What's your name, Master Torturer?"

"True." She picked up a leek, and then as if she did not know what else to do with it dropped it down her throat like a mountebank swallowing a viper. "What will you have?"

"Severian. It won't help, Chatelaine. It won't make any difference."

"But you did. Besides, you brought them. Weren't you supposed to give them to me?"

"Leeks and lentils, bread and mutton."

Standing before her, with her own cell door closed and locked behind me, I found myself unable to speak. I put the books on her table beside the candlestand and her food pan and carafe of water; there was hardly room for them. When it was done I stood waiting, knowing I should leave and yet unable to go.

Standing before her, with her own cell door closed and locked behind me, I found myself unable to speak. I put the books on her table beside the candlestand and her food pan and carafe of water; there was hardly room for them. When it was done I stood waiting, knowing I should leave and yet unable to go.

"I didn't think you could, Severian."

I sat on her bed, leaving her the chair.

"If this were my suite in the House Absolute, I could offer you better comfort. Unfortunately, you never called while I was there."

"Ah, the torturers get mutton - that's the difference. What's your name, Master Torturer?"

"Won't you sit down?"

"But you did. Besides, you brought them. Weren't you supposed to give them to me?"

She smiled. "What won't?"

"Drotte will open your door later and give them to you," I said.

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